Connecticut western news., 1887-01-12
.sWhat is il for 2" Garry asked, with


 ''For dress.''
 "A dress? But is it for a young lady, or an old ones"
 'I don't know" acknowledged the gentleman-s'young-that is, not old. She can't be over forty.-To tell you tho truth"-and he smiled in spite of him self-'tTve never seen the lady. But she is cousin of mine, and I want to make her present."
 4sYcs, understand, said Garry. 'IA it to be black or olored a''
 .'What would you advise s' said tho stranger, blindly clutching at Carry's feminine counsel as 8 shipwrecked mar iner may be expected to cling to float ing spar.
 "Black would perhaps be more suit able, seeing that you don't know the lady's age or complexion" remarked Garry.
 ''But blue and pink are such pretty colors P pleaded the dark-haired young man, looking longingly at the piles of lustrous fabrics on the shelves.
 "Yes," said Garry, growing inter- ested; ''but they are only suitable for a very few occasions, while black is always appropriate"
 II thought that only old ladies wore black silk 9''
 "Young ladies do, also," calmly as- serted Carry.
 '1f you were selecting a dress" said the stranger, in desperation, (which color would you choose 2"
 "I would choose seal brown" said Garry, after second or two of deliber- ation.
 "Eh9 should youa Show me seal brown then, please" said the customer. ''It's little grave, perhaps" ps"-surveying the shining folds, "but it's pretty, yes, it's very pretty How many yards now does it take for dress2"
 'I should think" said Garry, after a second interval of reflection, 4sthat ff- teen yards might answer if it was econ omically cut"
 'I don't know anything about econ omy," said the young man; "I want a good allowance"
 ''Then should recommend eighteen yards" advised Garry.
 ''Cut me off eighteen yards" said the gentleman, promptly; ''and put in tho Things and trimmings and all that sort of thing, please--you'n know what need, better than I do myself. And say"
 ''Sir?" said Garry, as he hesitated.
 "Have you anything that would make a nice present for an old gentleman, dc you think?"
 "A silk neck mufhcr?" suggested Garry, her eyes running across the shelves of the store, For pair of fur lined glovess"
 "Capital" said the customer. "Put lem both in the parcel"
 ''Thank you, sir" said Garry. "Where shall we send them2'
 ''Nowhere," answered tho customer. "I'll take them along myself, and then shall De sure that there is no mistake, Pm a thousand times obliged to you miss! :"
 "Not in tho least," said Garry, with dignity. .#9
 So the dark-eyed stranger with the fur-trimmed coat departed, and Mrs. P.ckrell praised the young shop girl for the good sale she had made.
 ''You'll be valuable hand in time, J said she. 'It isn't often we get chance to sell a silk pattern like that. Folks mostly go on Broadway for their expen- sivc dresses" she added, with sigh.
 Garry was very tired when she came home in the frosty October dusk. The store did not close until ten, but the girls took turns, two by two, to stay af- ter sunset, and Carry's turn fortunately did not come until the next night.
 When she reached home Uncle Vol sey had the lamp lighted and the kettle boiling for tea, and was sficing off some canned corn beef, and "minding" tht toast before the fire at the same time.
 It looked cheery and pleasant; Carry drew long sigh of relief.
 "How nice it is to be at home, Unc's Wolsey!' she cried. "Do let me make that toast! And, oh! it hasn't beer such very hard day, after all. And Mrs. Pickrell s'ys I've made the bes sale she has had for a week. Such i. handsome young man. Uncle Wolsey and he treated me as if were princes: instead of a working girl, and-''
 "Stop, stopw said Uncle Wolsey pauslng with the knife still in his hand "Ive had good looking young mal here, too Garry. Needn't think you'v' got a monopoly of the article. What d. you think of your poor mothers cousir
  And what do you think of his bringing these things here as present for you ant me--ehg'
 Uncle Wolsey laid down the knife and carefully dusting his hands on th roller-towel, drew forth from the bu reau-drawer a seal-brown silk dress pattern, and pair of fur-lined gloves wrapped around with spotted silk neck muff1er.
 "Why, Uncle Wolsey--" almos shrieked Carry. "What's the matter?" said the oll man. Amt they pretty? Oughtn't | to have taken 'em9' s'It's the very man." said Garry. q